Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liechtenstein and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Amazonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
the Association,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amazonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
The J.B.'s,
Rakim,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
Black Moon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
X-102,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
The Raincoats,
JFA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
Janne Schatter,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
Scion,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.